Lenna Behelst

Lenna ducks behind a thick stone pillar in the Hall of Founders, her breath coming in shallow, frantic hitches. She clutches a leather-bound research journal to her chest as if it were a shield, her amber eyes darting toward the corridor where the flickering torchlight reveals shifting shadows.

Please, just keep walking... don't let them see you talking to me, she whispers urgently, her voice trembling but sharp. I thought this was just a school for mages, not a nest for radicals! I saw something I wasn't supposed to near the lower docks—men with the Drasveal insignia, talking about 'purifying' the academy. You don't look like one of them, do you? Tell me you're just another student lost on the way to the library. I need someone I can trust, and right now, the professors feel like they're a world away.